Vera joined the other woman on the ground. "It's not broken, love," she reassured the little boy. "It came in pieces and we need to build it. Like one of your puzzles," she ran a hand through the boy's hair.
She looked at her wife and then her best friend. This was the type of conversation she hated to have in front of Emerson. The woman would undoubtedly insert herself in the conversation and turn it into chaos. Vera pursed her lips and placed her hands on her knees. "Well, I mostly meant when cleaning up after Louis. I don't want him to think magic can fix all his messes and I don't want him to think he doesn't have the responsibility to clean up after himself until he learns magic." She looked at Emerson with a raised eyebrow.